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Episode 16 – Agneta Falk

Bernard Meisler

Agneta Falk in conversation with Bernard Meisler Agneta Falk at Live Worms Gallery in North Beach, San Francisco. I met poet and painter Agneta (Aggie) Falk at the Live Worms Gallery in San Francisco's North Beach neig...

Eye-Moon Crescent in Morocco

Valery Oisteanu

The eyelid of the moon just opened The wind is never quiet in the desert Dunes of no return, caravans not ever stopping Where rain falls invisible leaving no trace Shape shifting humps reveal a sphinx At the edge of a...

from “A STRETCH IN PARADISE”

Yuko Otomo

Repeatedly tracing the footsteps of the past, I shed my lingering desire for its pastiche. I am almost there to be “here now.” As I keep opening & closing the window, I slowly step into “Paradise.” Now I have no reas...

Episode 14 – Ron Kolm

Bernard Meisler

Ron Kolm in conversation with Bernard Meisler. Ron Kolm is a poet (The Plastic Factory, Welcome to the Barbecue, and most recently,"A Change In the Weather," from Sensitive Skin Press), an editor of many books, includ...

THE GARDEN

Rebecca Weiner Tompkins

Once I pushed the tiller round and round, breaking circles concentric in the dry, knotty ground. What we'd planted before had gone to seasons so long past, the weeds' hold had returned, rooted in clumps of gray rock ...

Shirt Context

Peter Bushyeager

The poet doesn't know shit. He stands by the telephone which will ring in one second the dish will break at the moment of regret and this is boring but there's movement at the edges. It's a clean sunrise, birds are...

Everything Looks Like Freddie Mercury

Sharon Mesmer

Have you ever seen something weird out of the corner of your eye that made you wonder if evolution just made a really big step forward? I did, and now everything looks like Freddie Mercury. Starbursts and Twizzlers look l...

Net Worth

Chavisa Woods

net worth, a face strung out like a net like a meth-head, that’s a net, strung out cast into outcast waters. what is the deductible expense of my mother’s un-medicated, ...

hudson yards: day 1

Eve Packer

what a jerk, to drag a friend to hudson yards the day after it opens, today st patricks day and the city bursting w/drunk green people. over here on the west side we join the masses streaming through knock you down and ...

DANCING ON A WING OF BREATH

Agneta Falk

The wind brought me here into a hidden corner on a rocky beach something about the light the sky and sea melting into one, into me the pounding waves feeling like I look inside and there she is, my mother and ...